Wandering in the darkest part
by Javier Falcon
Being this lost should be an art
As through tangled vines I roll
Every step in the dark taking its toll.
As there is nothing left for me in this park
It is just another filler in this empty ark
As the curtains are not expected to close
My perception of reality just slows.
And you begin to wonder why you try
Covering your face as you try not to cry
As your life is not one for you to hold
And every attempt only leaves you so cold